Page 59 of The Sound of Us

“Christ. No.” He released me abruptly, his hands dropping to my shoulders to push me away. His cock slid between my lips, and I sat up, confused.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“I can’t get off when you’re needing to get off.” In one swift motion he had me on my back. Moments later he’d stripped away the rest of my clothes. “You grinding against me is the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You can take care of me after I take care of you.” My words seemed pointless now that he had me pinned to the ground.

“That’s not how it is with me.” He wasn’t even looking at my leg, my scars, the worst of me. His entire focus was down below, where I was wet and aching for his touch.

“Spread your legs for me, buttercup. Show me how wet you are, how much you need me.” His gaze lifted to my face as I slowly spread my legs apart. I licked my lips in anticipation of the words I needed to hear.

“Good girl.”

Heat washed over me, setting me on fire. This time I pushed away all the questions and misgivings and accepted it for what it was. It didn’t matter why. His praise gave me a deep erotic pleasure that made me feel hot and achy inside. It turned me on like nothing else, and damned if I wasn’t going to embrace it.

I let out a shuddering breath when Dante pumped two fingers inside me. I didn’t care if the whole university could see us now. I didn’t want him to stop.

“You aren’t fighting it this time.” He added a third finger and pressed them gently against the sensitive spot deep inside me, sending tingles down my spine.

“I like how it feels when you tell me I’m a good girl.” I rocked my hips against his fingers, unable to stay still. “I’ll deal with the why some other time.”

“Just like that,” he murmured. “Move like that.”

“I need… More.”

“Not yet.” He pulsed his fingers with enough pressure to take my breath away while slicking my wetness around my clit with his thumb. “Take it for me. I know you can.”

I felt a rush of heat between my thighs. My fingers tangled in his dark hair and I groaned my frustration as heat rose inside me. “No more teasing. Do me now.”

“I get off on giving what I know you can take,” he said lightly. “I had no control as a kid, and now I need it.” He leaned over to press a kiss to my lips, all while his fingers pulsed inside me, his thumb circling closer and closer to my clit. “I’m not going to deny myself the pleasure of tormenting you because of what happened in the past, and I’m not going to waste time trying to figure out the psychological complexities of why I get off on keeping you on the edge for as long as I can. I’m just going to enjoy it.”

“How about you enjoy it a little faster and a lot harder.” I grabbed his hand and pulled it closer.

“That’s not how this works.” His eyes twinkled in the darkness. “You need to be a good girl and take what I give you.”

My breath quickened, my pulse thudding in my ears. I reached out to grip his biceps, needing something to hold on to, spreading my legs wider as he continued the slow rhythmic pulsing that was driving me wild.

“Please…” I was so wound up, so tense that I thought my body was going to split apart.

Finally, he pressed his thumb over my clit and every nerve cell inside me fired at once. It was an effort to stifle my scream as myorgasm flamed through my body, then faded to a flicker, leaving me languid and spent.

Dante sheathed himself with a condom from his back pocket. Then he slid an arm around me and flipped me. “Over you go.”

“Is this another fantasy of yours,” I said over my shoulder as he positioned me on my hands and knees.

“Studio A.” He leaned over, his weight against my back, his hand gently squeezing one breast and then the other. “You were on all fours, plugging in a cable that had come out of its socket.”

“And you thought…”

He gave a deep rumble. “I thought you had one hell of a sexy ass.”

“It’s very hot that you wanted to do me on the filthy floor of the studio,” I said, amused.

“I would do you anywhere.” He grabbed my hair with one hand and pulled my head back, forcing my back to arch. “Very nice,” he murmured before he shoved his knees between my thighs, pushing my legs apart.

“I can’t move.” I tried to push back and take what I wanted but was held firm by the weight of his body as he leaned over me to run a finger through my wet folds.

“That’s the idea.” He positioned his cock at my entrance as his fingers moved over my clit, touching me in the way he knew would drive me crazy.

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